Re: MORITURI TE SALUTANT!! [S!4]
10-17-2012, 05:26 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Solaris.
To a man without without class or culture or any desire to ~ponder~, the wrecked Il Maledicta was absolute garbage. From the spotty lighting to the ruined architecture to the extremely unkempt, well, everything (all of course, with the exception of the the main stage of the theater), the place looked like a wreck, and a good deal of the people did as well.
To Chad however, this place was fascinating. Though the odds of him saying so were on par with him telling anyone the truth about his past, Chad genuinely thought that the theater, the people, and their society were interesting. It was a place where your social status seemed to be more or less decided on how good of a thespian you are, with the basic human needs of food, cleanliness, and such all put on the back-burner.
The area that Chad had appeared in had to be, if not one of, the worst slum of Il Maledicta. Unlike other areas, which had a sense of order and community, this shithole ran on what the residents pitifully called acting.
"Oh stranger dressed in clothes so bad, I-er challenge you to out-act me if you can!"
Chad was not impressed with anything he saw. For one thing, the stage was built shoddily, he was surprised that the man could stand on the thing without it falling apart. For another, the man was in a worse shape than the stage. Badly dressed? Compared to him? The idea would be insulting if it wasn't so ridiculous. Lastly, his acting could have been better.
Still, Chad supposed that he could spare a few moments to completely destroy the idiot that had thought it was a good idea to challenge him. With a chuckle, Chad stepped on to the stage and gracefully bowed, "If it is a challenge you want, it will be a challenge you will get."
"You seem so calm for a man soon to be defeated, er-,"
"Defeated?" Chad interrupted, raising his hands in the air, "I would laugh at the idea, but that gives it too much credit."
The man tried to start his a response, but after a stutter, Chad decided that this was getting boring, "Now, tell me, was there a point to this? You called it a competition of acting, but you don't know the first thing. You had no inflection, no action, only words and st-stutters." The foolish opponent was now standing on the edge of the stage, a bit panicked, as Chad moved closer. "Perhaps one day you won't be an affront to the stage, but for now just stay away."
Chad pushed the poor excuse for an actor off of the stage and then leaped off himself, strolling out of the slums without incident, into the light of the rest of the theater. Chad walked through the halls, admiring the small vignettes of the Maledicta life, and wondering about the events of the past, and is that a bird?
<font color="#cc3300">Said bird, a parrot, made a set of annoying noises as it approached Chad, deciding to clamp its feet on to Chad's shoulder. To continue the humiliation chain, the parrot pecked at his head, getting as far as grabbing at the frame of his sunglasses before squawking in pain.
Chad did not like it when things, especially dirty animals touched his stuff. Here was a bird not only touching him with its feet, but pecking at him and trying to take his sunglasses. In all honesty, he felt more insulted than angry, and starting with grabbing the bird by the neck, he was planning on paying the feeling back.
This is why it was lucky for Nestor that Hector caught up to the scene, "Woah, woah, hold up there!"
Noting that someone "of note" had appeared on the scene, Chad reluctantly released his grip from the bird, which flew back around Hector. "Hello there, is this bird yours? You should probably keep a better eye on him, he almost stole from me."
"Well I'm afraid that he isn't exactly mine, we've just, uh, come to an agreement."
Chad suspiciously raised an eyebrow in suspicion. "Really now? With a bird?"
"Nestor is no bird, he is a handsome parrot, and he would like to be addressed as such, plebeian."
Oh my god the fucking thing talks.
Putting on his best shit eating grin, Chad took a deep breath, "I apologize Nestor, I acted hastily."
Hector wrapped an arm around Chad, who was doing his best to restrain himself. "Perfect! Now, I think that we haven't been formally introduced have we, I'm Hector!"
Still doing his best not to kill a lot of things, especially that bird, Chad calmly responded, "Chad," stepped away from Hector's friendly gesture, and laid out his ungloved hand.
Hector shook it, and then turned to Nestor, "Now, where did you say the library was?"
"Library?"
Yes, a library, it is a room that has books and information, for reading. Do you know what those things are, or do I have to explain further?
"I get what you mean..."
As the parrot led the way, Chad continued with his breathing, doing his best to keep his mind away from the annoying as hell bird. Come on Chad, you are in it for the long con, you can handle a smart talking bird.
Nestor laughed as he led the way, swerving close to Chad's ear on his loudest 'HA'.
Fuck me.</font>
To a man without without class or culture or any desire to ~ponder~, the wrecked Il Maledicta was absolute garbage. From the spotty lighting to the ruined architecture to the extremely unkempt, well, everything (all of course, with the exception of the the main stage of the theater), the place looked like a wreck, and a good deal of the people did as well.
To Chad however, this place was fascinating. Though the odds of him saying so were on par with him telling anyone the truth about his past, Chad genuinely thought that the theater, the people, and their society were interesting. It was a place where your social status seemed to be more or less decided on how good of a thespian you are, with the basic human needs of food, cleanliness, and such all put on the back-burner.
The area that Chad had appeared in had to be, if not one of, the worst slum of Il Maledicta. Unlike other areas, which had a sense of order and community, this shithole ran on what the residents pitifully called acting.
"Oh stranger dressed in clothes so bad, I-er challenge you to out-act me if you can!"
Chad was not impressed with anything he saw. For one thing, the stage was built shoddily, he was surprised that the man could stand on the thing without it falling apart. For another, the man was in a worse shape than the stage. Badly dressed? Compared to him? The idea would be insulting if it wasn't so ridiculous. Lastly, his acting could have been better.
Still, Chad supposed that he could spare a few moments to completely destroy the idiot that had thought it was a good idea to challenge him. With a chuckle, Chad stepped on to the stage and gracefully bowed, "If it is a challenge you want, it will be a challenge you will get."
"You seem so calm for a man soon to be defeated, er-,"
"Defeated?" Chad interrupted, raising his hands in the air, "I would laugh at the idea, but that gives it too much credit."
The man tried to start his a response, but after a stutter, Chad decided that this was getting boring, "Now, tell me, was there a point to this? You called it a competition of acting, but you don't know the first thing. You had no inflection, no action, only words and st-stutters." The foolish opponent was now standing on the edge of the stage, a bit panicked, as Chad moved closer. "Perhaps one day you won't be an affront to the stage, but for now just stay away."
Chad pushed the poor excuse for an actor off of the stage and then leaped off himself, strolling out of the slums without incident, into the light of the rest of the theater. Chad walked through the halls, admiring the small vignettes of the Maledicta life, and wondering about the events of the past, and is that a bird?
<font color="#cc3300">Said bird, a parrot, made a set of annoying noises as it approached Chad, deciding to clamp its feet on to Chad's shoulder. To continue the humiliation chain, the parrot pecked at his head, getting as far as grabbing at the frame of his sunglasses before squawking in pain.
Chad did not like it when things, especially dirty animals touched his stuff. Here was a bird not only touching him with its feet, but pecking at him and trying to take his sunglasses. In all honesty, he felt more insulted than angry, and starting with grabbing the bird by the neck, he was planning on paying the feeling back.
This is why it was lucky for Nestor that Hector caught up to the scene, "Woah, woah, hold up there!"
Noting that someone "of note" had appeared on the scene, Chad reluctantly released his grip from the bird, which flew back around Hector. "Hello there, is this bird yours? You should probably keep a better eye on him, he almost stole from me."
"Well I'm afraid that he isn't exactly mine, we've just, uh, come to an agreement."
Chad suspiciously raised an eyebrow in suspicion. "Really now? With a bird?"
"Nestor is no bird, he is a handsome parrot, and he would like to be addressed as such, plebeian."
Oh my god the fucking thing talks.
Putting on his best shit eating grin, Chad took a deep breath, "I apologize Nestor, I acted hastily."
Hector wrapped an arm around Chad, who was doing his best to restrain himself. "Perfect! Now, I think that we haven't been formally introduced have we, I'm Hector!"
Still doing his best not to kill a lot of things, especially that bird, Chad calmly responded, "Chad," stepped away from Hector's friendly gesture, and laid out his ungloved hand.
Hector shook it, and then turned to Nestor, "Now, where did you say the library was?"
"Library?"
Yes, a library, it is a room that has books and information, for reading. Do you know what those things are, or do I have to explain further?
"I get what you mean..."
As the parrot led the way, Chad continued with his breathing, doing his best to keep his mind away from the annoying as hell bird. Come on Chad, you are in it for the long con, you can handle a smart talking bird.
Nestor laughed as he led the way, swerving close to Chad's ear on his loudest 'HA'.
Fuck me.</font>